EDUCATIONAL UPGRADE, by Bret McCormickHe couldn’t believe how dingy the neighborhood was. This was the part of town slackers went to for tattoos and piercings. Maybe a decent mechanic was nestled into one of these side streets. It was possible, but an honest mechanic? More likely a chop shop. For sure you could find drug dealers on every block if you knew how to go about that sort of thing. Murray cruised slowly past the parked cars that crowded the curb, looking for 4315. Most of the buildings seemed to have no address numbers posted. He decided that was no accident. The people who lived here didn’t want to be found. He looked at the back of Harrison’s business card for the hundredth time, reading the address scribbled there. Yes, he was in the right place; Granada Street. Not Granada Bou
